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*Kya's plea had fallen on deaf ears as Machias sat in the loving room, taking her sketchbook into her hands again. She sighed, looking through her drawings. She looked at the family picture that lay, unfinished.*
Gonna do something else for now...*She takes a clean page and begins to scratch.*
Mike; Splinter wants you to come anyways, i think. He and Raph arein the kitchen...
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